| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: beginning, and that at a later time, when the Priest
and the King, as objects of worship, took the place
of the Lingam, THEY also were anointed with the chrism of
fertility. That the exhibition of these emblems should be
part of the original 'Mystery'-rituals was perfectly
natural--especially because, as we have explained already[3]
old customs often continued on in a quite naive fashion
in the rituals, when they had come to be thought indecent
or improper by a later public opinion; and (we may say)
was perfectly in order, because there is plenty of evidence to
show that in SAVAGE initiations, of which the Mysteries were
 Pagan and Christian Creeds |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mayflower Compact: Generall Good of the Colonie; unto which we promise
all due Submission and Obedience.
In Witness whereof we have hereunto subscribed our names
at Cape Cod the eleventh of November, in the Raigne of our
Sovereigne Lord, King James of England, France, and Ireland,
the eighteenth, and of Scotland, the fiftie-fourth,
Anno. Domini, 1620.
Mr. John Carver Mr. Stephen Hopkins
Mr. William Bradford Digery Priest
Mr. Edward Winslow Thomas Williams
Mr. William Brewster Gilbert Winslow
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: about much else. Every day there was some story he had to tell about
what he and you had done. Mighty near the last thing I heard him tell
was about the time when the Indians wounded him, and you crawled out
to him through the grass, with a canteen of water, while they--"
"Yes, yes--well--oh, that wasn't anything," said Standifer, "hemming"
loudly and buttoning his coat again, briskly. "And now, ma'am, who was
the infernal skunk--I beg your pardon, ma'am--who was the gentleman
you married?"
"Benton Sharp."
The commissioner plumped down again into his chair, with a groan. This
gentle, sad little woman, in the rusty black gown, the daughter of his
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